Tess gasps softly, and as if the air was breathed into my lungs, I pick up speed as I head toward my room.
"Go get my sweatshirt."
Instantly, footsteps sound over the receiver, and I'm taken back to the last time I gave her a task while we were both on the phone. Back then, I just wanted more of her—our first kiss left me with a craving only she could settle. Now, after spending real time with Tessa, after knowing what it's like to see her fall apart, after watching her love and care for my daughter…
I want all of her.
After another few seconds pass, both of us moving and not saying a word, I slip my hotel room key into the door. It hums, the small light on the lock turning green, and I push open the door.
"Got it," Tess says softly as I step inside.
My jaw tightens as my eyes trail over the room, my breath hitching when they pass the dresser standing in front of the bed.
"Do you remember the last time we talked in a hotel room?" I ask, walking toward the furniture and brushing my hand along the top of it. My palm slides across the wood as my body remembers bracing myself there, Tess pressed against it.
"Tessa…" I say, when she doesn't answer. I put my phone on speaker and set it on the wood, leaning both hands on top of the dresser and glancing down at the screen.
"I do," she answers, the sound of her voice shifting as she goes hands-free too.
I shake my head, my dick hard just thinking about how badly I wish we could relive that moment. "I'm not even sure I realized it then…" I say, gripping the edge of the wood a bit tighter. "But that moment changed everything for me."
"Me too, Liam."
The sound of my name falling from her lips snaps something in me like it always does. "Is it on?" I ask bluntly, not needing to explain.
Tess inhales deeply. "Mhmm."
My jaw ticks. "Only that?"
"Yes," she breathes.
My cock twitches beneath my sweatpants, and I slowly allow one hand to fall from the dresser. Palming myself over the fabric, I close my eyes and picture her standing here like she was last time—this time in my sweatshirt. "Go to my bed."
A laugh slips from her lips. "You meanmybed?"
"No," I say bluntly. "I don't."
I hear her suck in air, then once again, footsteps tell me she's listening. While I wait for her to stride the few feet it takes for her to get from her room to mine, I dip my hand inside my drawstring.
"I'm here," she says in perfect timing, my fist just curling around my length.
"Lay on the bed, head on my pillow." More ruffling teases me as she does so. I grip myself tighter, picturing her standing here, her sweetness enveloping me, her lips just barely brushing mine. "I want you to touch yourself, Tessa."
"Liam…"
"And think of me like I know you do."
She whimpers, and the sound shoots straight to where I'm aching for her.
"Are you touching yourself too?" she asks.
"Yes," I admit.
"And thinking of me?"
I groan. "Always."
That pulls a sound from deep in her belly, and makes it so I can't remain still any longer. Stroking myself up and down slowly, I keep one palm flat on the dresser.
